Onesie on and glass of wine in hand I am welcoming a relaxing Friday night. I don’t know how long I will last but I am determined to enjoy a bit of time with my husband! Long gone are the days I enjoy a night out at the weekend but I’ve made my peace with that.
At the end of our organising spree, I was wondering what to do with my mountain of cook books (I can’t resist them!) the ones I use regularly got housed in the kitchen but there were still plenty that were housed on our bookcase. The only problem was our bookcase was never great quality and was ready for firewood.
Not a brill photo but I forgot to take a ‘before’ picture!
|If you’ve already seen these then I apologise….well not really. How can I apologise for wanting to show this beauty off?!|
|Can’t wait to decorate the top of this with our own belongings.
When we came home (after a delicious lunch in the cafe) we were on a high and we both agreed….part of that was from knowing we had found preloved furniture that told its own story. This got me thinking.
I don’t know about you but for so long, I have been guilty of coveting and buying ‘brand new’. If I want or need something, I find it and buy it and with the help of phone apps and easy access to a computer, I can purchase it instantly. After my experience this weekend I realise that there is a big difference between this kind of buying and purchasing upcycled vintage items. To buy handmade, lovingly restored or upcycled items is so much more satisfying for me.
For a long time I have often thought that I often overlook the skills that I have (for those of you who have read the blog before will know I have an ongoing struggle with that annoying critical voice in my head!) Saying that, I have had enough. I will do that no more! I have decided to set myself a challenge. From tomorrow, I will think twice before clicking that button. Instead, I am going to think twice and see if I can upcycle, or indeed make it myself.
Don’t get me wrong, I am not saying I will be chopping off piano legs and repurposing a baby grand to make some shelves for my bedroom…. Instead I am going to start small and see where it takes me. With sites like Pinterest there is no excuse for not being inspired to create or upcycle. If you have never experienced this site, there is nothing you can’t find – including LOADS of tutorials and organisational hints and tips.
The thing is I have a variety of crafty bits and being a bit of a hoarder (who knows when that broken, dusty stash of jewelry will come in handy…) I am sure that a lot of the time, I have the resources to make things instead of falling into old habits and spending money.
So, no more idle talk, there’s my challenge. The easy things will be making birthday cards and wrapping paper thanks to my stash of stamps and papers but this is a challenge. I already have my eye on a tutorial for fabric covered storage boxes and these drawer organisers made from cereal boxes and pretty paper for my new drawers. 🙂
Wish me luck – I will be posting about my progress in the future, no doubt showing you my successes and, I imagine, a few disasters along the way. I hope that some of you will join me, or be inspired along the way. I would love to hear your stories if you are already doing this: about your favourite make, the upcycle project most admired by others and any other stories you wish to share along the way.
Until next time….
So…..how is your New Year going? Every New Year is filled with hope for new beginnings and changes. Isn’t it? Ok, maybe I feel like that for a few days after the New Year.
I really wish I wasn’t a perfectionist. There have been many times that I have tried to change, many times I’ve had to force myself to walk away from things before it drove me crazy. I am saddened to say however, that every attempt I have made to be happy and accepting of imperfection have failed.
Actually that is not exactly true. In my children, I love their imperfection. I revel in the mistakes they make as they learn and grow up but I cannot give myself the same courtesy. Is it just me?
There are many things about myself that are not perfect, things I cannot hide or cover over and it is these imperfections I think that force me to strive for perfect in every single thing I do. On the good days, I can laugh about by crazy behaviour. On the not so good days, it drives me insane and coupled with my lack of patience just ask my husband I am a joy to be around 😉
Take tonight, I have an idea for a wall hanging for boys. The image in my head is vibrant, detailed but most of all perfect. That means no wrinkles or flaws of any kind. Needless to say this was not what I encountered. The more I fiddled with the fabric, the more wrinkles appeared. I noticed every lump or bump and want to throw it away never to think of it again. Yes other people may do a practice run but I am under the disillusion that I do not need a practice run or a prototype.